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Tuesday = Success

I am having a fantastically smooth day all things considering....I'm generally not a fan of Tuesdays, but this Tuesday has been fabulous.

Checked out the apartment.  Everything looks good.  Nice and clean with brand new carpet.  When we went through the model we could only see the one bedroom, so it was good to see the two bedroom...our two bedroom.  It was surprisingly big.  I wanted to take pictures but decided the chick showing us would think that I was weird so I resisted.  Haley's closet is gigantic.  The kitchen was bigger than I expected.  And there is a nice grassy area right outside the door for my dog to do his business when it is cold out.  Overall a huge success.  The chick said, Well I'll see you next week when you move in.  Next week???? Do what.  I guess it already is next week.  

Then it was off to look at storage because there is a lot of crap that will not fit.  Got that mostly squared away.  

And the day of success has continued to follow as such....yay for that.  

I've decided that Haley and myself will probably head to the lake this weekend.  Which is a fabulous motivator to get packing.  So hopefully I will budget my time appropriately so her and I can go play for awhile.  It's should be a beautiful weekend.  I think tonight I'll head to the Legends to see if Ian has any boxes for me so I can begin the packing fun.  Is it odd that I am extremely excited to pack.  I am an organization freak, and something about organizing stuff into boxes is a fun and exciting challenge for me.  

Well that is about all I care to share today.

Until next time....

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